"All true, I assure you, Catherine," Bill said, taking her blazer and hanging it up on the rack nearby. "Would you like something to drink? I've got some nice wine, some blood rum, straight up rum, tea. Your choice." He stood with his hands folded before him, and instead of sizing her up or looking her over, he maintained eye contact. If Calliope had already warned her of how he liked to flirt, he'd like to, just for fun, either prove Calliope horribly wrong, or entirely correct, and at that point, he was leaning towards the latter. Only one struck blind and stupid would not want to at the very least flirt with Catherine.